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The Shower: Raven’s Grip
🕑 Added 2025-05-16 17:02:11 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are aged up to 18 or older, regardless of their ages in the original source material. All encounters portrayed are consensual. This work is a piece of fanfiction, intended for entertainment purposes only, and does not reflect the canon of the original story. Content is created for an adult audience (18+) and may include mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
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Preface: Since that fevered night in an alleyway earlier that week, Raven’s mind has been a maelstrom. The memory of Robin’s cock—its heat, its pulse—has consumed her, shattering her meditations. Every attempt to focus fractures into visions of his hands on her hips, his breath searing her skin. Her body aches for release, her control fraying under relentless desire. This morning, the need is unbearable. She craves him, to relive that raw, reckless fire, her grip on him the only thing grounding her.
Setting: Titans Tower, early morning, the sky a pre-dawn bruise. The tower is silent, the other Titans asleep. Robin’s in the communal bathroom, the shower’s steam curling around his lean frame as he rinses off sweat from an early morning workout. Raven, driven by her fixation, locks the door behind her. Her cloak and clothes pool on the floor, her body thrumming as she slips into the shower, eyes locked on Robin’s silhouette through the fog.
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(Raven slides the shower door open, the water’s hiss masking her steps. She steps in, bare and bold, her pale skin glistening, nipples taut from anticipation. Robin’s back is to her, water streaming over his toned shoulders, muscles taut from his workout. Her gaze lingers, zeroing in on what she’s craved all week. Her breath quickens, desire coiling low.)
Robin: (spinning at the sound, nearly slipping) Holy—Raven! Naked—you’re naked! (His eyes flick down her body, then snap back, cheeks flaming.) Okay, sneak attack much?!
Raven: (closing the gap, her voice a sultry purr, laced with dry humor) Sneak attack? (Her fingers graze his wet chest, teasingly slow.) I’m just… taking what’s mine. (She leans in, lips brushing his jaw.) That alleyway’s been wrecking me. Your cock. Can’t focus, can’t meditate—just need it again.
Robin: (grinning, hands finding her hips) Wrecking you? Rae, you had me begging against that wall. (His voice drops, eyes smoldering.) But here? Post-workout shower? (A quick thought: Starfire’s alien radar… what if she floats in?) Starfire might—
Raven: (cutting him off, eyes glinting wickedly) Starfire? (She snorts, voice dripping sarcasm.) She’s probably dreaming of mustard orgies. I’ll portal her to a glitter dimension if she tries. (Her hand slides down, wrapping around his cock, already hardening. Her grip is firm, stroking slowly, savoring its heat.) Focus, Boy Wonder. This is mine.
Robin: (gasping, head tilting back, water streaming down) Oh, fuck—Rae, your grip—(His hands clutch her waist, voice hoarse.) You’re gonna end me. That’s… damn.
Raven: (rubbing him with deliberate slowness, her thumb circling the tip, her tone teasing) End you? No. (She smirks, admiring his cock in her hand, thick and pulsing.) I’m just… worshiping art. (She pushes him down, knocking over a shampoo bottle with a loud clunk that echoes off the tiles.)
Robin: (laughing as he hits the floor) Shit, Cyborg’s gonna kill us for his fancy shampoo! (His laughter fades as Raven straddles him, water dripping from her hair, her pussy hovering just above his cock.)
Raven: (her eyes locked on his erection, standing rigid against her stomach, glistening with water) Gods… (She bites her lip, voice husky.) So fucking perfect. (Her fingers trace its length, memorizing every vein, her arousal pooling as she grips it tightly.) Ready to relive that alley?
Robin: (groaning, hands clutching her thighs) Ready? I’m begging. (He smirks, teasing.) But if your powers spark and flood the tower, you’re explaining it.
Raven: (grinning, guiding his cock to her slit, her breath catching) Let it flood. (She sinks down slowly, gasping as he stretches her, inch by searing inch. Her walls clench around him, savoring the fullness as her grip shifts to his shoulders.) Oh… yes. (Her hands brace on his chest, and she starts riding, slow and deliberate, her hips rolling with purpose.)
(Raven’s on top, her grip—literal and commanding—driving the pace. Her hips grind with precision, then abandon, as Robin’s hands roam, gripping her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples to peaks. He kneads them, pinching lightly, drawing soft moans as her rhythm falters. Their bodies are slick with water and sweat, the warm tiles unyielding beneath him. Her wet hair curtains their faces, violet sparks flaring from her fingertips, skittering across the tiles, the showerhead sputtering wildly. A second shampoo bottle topples, rolling into the drain with a comical plop, and they stifle laughs between gasps. A loofah, caught in the chaos, sticks absurdly to Raven’s thigh, and Robin snickers, earning a playful glare. The steam cloaks them, their moans and whispers a private symphony, the tower’s silence holding their secret.)
Raven: (panting, smirking as she grinds down, her voice breathy) You’re… mine, Grayson. (Her nails rake his chest, leaving faint red lines.) Try not to… scream.
Robin: (thrusting up, grinning, voice a low growl) Screaming’s your gig, glowstick. (He tugs her nipple, then kisses her messily.) If Beast Boy hears, we’re blaming your magic tantrum.
Raven: (laughing, her rhythm faltering as sparks flare) Magic tantrum? I’ll portal his green ass to a dog park. (Her voice drops, sultry) Now… make me relive that alley.
(Their climax builds, their movements frantic. Raven’s hips grind faster, her walls tightening around Robin’s cock, each thrust sending shivers through her core. His hands stay on her breasts, kneading, fingers pinching her nipples, amplifying her gasps. Her powers surge—violet light pulses, the tiles trembling faintly. She leans forward, lips crashing into his, swallowing his groans as her body tenses. The release crashes over her, her pussy clenching hard, a raw, shuddering moan escaping as she rides through waves of pleasure, her thighs trembling, sparks dancing in the steam. Robin follows, his hips bucking, a stifled “Fuck” against her lips as he spills inside her, his grip on her breasts tightening as he shudders beneath her. They collapse, panting, her weight on him, water pooling around them, the loofah now stuck to the tile beside them, the shower still raining down.)
Raven: (sprawled across his chest, smirking, voice hoarse) Relived it… and owned it. (She nuzzles his neck, teasing.) You’re welcome.
Robin: (grinning, brushing wet hair from her face) Dick who? (He chuckles, wincing.) These tiles are brutal, though. My back’s filing a complaint.
Raven: (dryly, peeling the loofah off the tile) Poor baby. Next gotime, I’ll levitate us. (She smirks.) Or… another alley?
Robin: (pulling her into a lazy kiss) Alleys, showers, rooftops… I’m yours. (Whispering) You’re my favorite chaos.
Raven: (glowing faintly, smirking) Good. Now shut up before Cyborg’s sensors catch us. (She curls closer, the water falling, as the tower stays blissfully quiet.)
(The scene fades, their laughter and whispers lost in the steam, the tower undisturbed.)
Comments
BulletWitch
So hot - much appreciated
Esteban Seijo
Beautiful I love her body an her face. The penis looks great as well.
